The Democrat. (Scotland Neck, Halifax Co., N.C.) 1884-1896, 1887-05-13
Home, Sweet Home e
BY A. 0. p, NORTH PHARsALIA, y. y.

Learn so early 10 repeat.
From the humble toillng peasant,
To the queen upon her throne;
Not hear. but beats responsive
To the magic spell of home
What. sacred memories cluster
around the name of home What
magic power iS concealed in that
word How enieared to the soul
by a thousand holy and hallowed as
sociat!ons that time, distance, nor
even death itself can never obhter>
ate! 1t matters not though the
'hOme" be a rude hut, OF cottage
IN some far away desolate land. or a
stately mansion of finest granite in
some fair Eden of earth, where thou
sands of feet daily tread and thOu~
sands Of eyes admire and adore
whetser IN Siberian wastes of snow,
or the burning sands of Africa, yet
In all this wide, wide world be it
ever SO humble there is no place like
home.
''Thcre is no swecter spot than home
Upon this bleak and barren earth;
There are no purer joys below
Than sparkle round the peaceful
he earth.''
Though three score years may
have passed away though the vast
Atlantic or Pacific may roll between,
though the scenes Of yesterday may
be forgotten, yet to the venerable
sire with locks already whitened for
tie tomb, but breathe the name OF
"home, sweet home" and O! the
dim veil of time rises, unfolding to
view the beautiful and fadeless
scenes of childhood and youth in all
their surprising lOveliness and glory
How the dim eyes sparkle ! Then
the voice receives new strength, and
the step becomes more firm and e.
'astic, while the sluggish current of
life becomes accelerated, bounding
with fresh strength and vigOr through
every vein. The rocks and streams,
the meadow and wildwood, the play
mates Of earlier years, the O!d fami>
Is bible, the prayers and counsel and
love and tenderness and blessings
without number which were lavished
upon him IN a childhoOd's home, the
innocent laugh and shouts of joy
and songs of praise which rang out
full and free upon the breezes of
Heaven-hOw the picture Looms up
fresh and joyful before the gaze of
the venerable old man, adding hight
and lustre to his declining years.
80 carry me back to my childhood's
home.
Where the ocean surges roar,
Where Its pillows dash on a rock-bound
coast,
And mourn forevermore."
Home, sweet home! Thou art the
birth place Of the souls purest and
deepest affection emblem of the
glory land on high the remembrance
Of h.ch Is as a chart and compass
to the weary voyager in life's tenn
DestaQuS sea. Thousands were safe
! " landed in the brighter shore would
have suffered much but for mother s
counsei and prayers in childhood
wears. Home, thou art the first
scene of fond remembrance aud the
/ last to be forgot. As the sunbeam
gives forth its cheering light and the
/ flowers its sweet odor, 50 thy sacred
| Influence is shed abroad DER all the
! earth.
/ Home is the grand center of af-
/ lection, where hearts have been knit
! together by strong bands tha: neith-
er adversity, prosperity nor death
could separate; where the friends
we love the best, chase all doubts
ana gloom away and Tighten our
pathway all life's pilgrimage journey
through; where smiles of joy and
cheer encircle our brows, and bless
Ings without number makes Heav-
en- begun below.
| Home is where the stars will shine
In the skies above us,
Peeping brightly through the vine,
| Trained by those whe love us"
| Home, sweet home Name ever
lear to me. No poets pen nor
painters brush can fully portray tiny
| beauty and loveliness. Thy name is
engraved upon the tablet of the
| heart as with a diamond's point In
the rock of adamant! While | have
a tongue to speak, heart to love or
soul to save, let me not forget thee !.
Linked with the associations and
blessings of father, mother, sister
dear, can but revere Thy name and